Title: Happy Ending.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing:Steve & Danny
Summary: Steve finds out why Danny isn't that fond of swimming.
A/N Yes, this is slash although that is not the main plot of this mini story. Please do not read if you are offended by this, this is purely meant for enjoyment set in season one simply because I am a slow writer and wrote this a while back.
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"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop the story." ~Orson Welles
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"You okay, Danno?" Steve crouched down by his fallen partner, Danny had taken one suspect down but unfortunately that suspect had been trained in material arts.
"Yeah" Danny slurred and was already trying to stand up only to be stopped by Steve who was still eyeing him critically, the suspect tied and gagged let out a frustrated moan beside them – Steve ignored it.
After a long struggle with the suspect Danny had knocked the bastard out, only by luck Steve thought - the suspect had gotten the drop on Danny before and had thought that the Detective was knocked out cold or at least for a while longer than he was.
"I don't believe you" Steve told his partner searching for the head wound the gun would've made, being pistol whipped could kill you and he had no intention of explaining to Grace that because he hadn't been careful her daddy was now dead – so he continued looking for the wound.
"'M f'ne" Danny's slurred reply came as he attempted to swat away Steve's hand, finally he had found the wound on the back of the head – he slowly tilted Danny's head a bit forward but his actions went in vain when Danny let his head lull against his shoulder almost completely limp.
The wound was still bleeding that wasn't a good sign, he then tilted Danny's head back again and saw that Danny's eyes were closing.
"Heey Danno, no sleeping on the job" he lightly teased his partner, God where were Kono and Chin he couldn't take two suspects with him and an injured Danny.
"N't sleep'ng" Danny tried to argue, Steve chuckled slightly – even now Danny was still arguing with him. Steve grabbed Danny's head again as it began to lull to its side and now checked Danny's pupils – they were unfocused.
"You're fine huh Danno? Then explain to me the unfocused eyes, the bleeding head wound and the fact that you can barely keep your eyes open?" Danny fixed a glare on him but it missed its usual fire, just then he heard footsteps behind them.
"We got it from here, brah. You take him we'll take those two" Chin said and Steve felt a little ashamed that he hadn't heard the two cousins walk in before they were behind him – he blamed it on Danny.
He nodded at Chin and vaguely spotted Kono behind him whispering something in one of the suspects ear – he felt a small shiver get to him, he had had trouble subduing the suspect and he had been trained in material arts unlike Danny.
Focusing again on his partner he saw that Danny's eyes were still firmly fixed on him – Danny really was one of the most stubborn asses he ever encountered - and sighed, he carefully slid one arm under Danny's slim frame and hoisted him up.
Danny barely refrained and it only worried Steve more, Danny never went anywhere without at least a comment – and being hoisted up by your partner because you were unable to stand up yourself certainly would've been something to comment on.
He half but dragged Danny to the Camaro, Danny mumbled something incoherently but Steve ignored him – he then fastened his partner's seatbelt because he so didn't want to find out what would happen if he didn't and then raced towards HQ.
"Danno, you couldn't just have let me handle them?" Steve murmured and although he knew it was bullshit first class he still felt like he should've done something to prevent this, he could barely handle one guy and really couldn't have handled two guys with material arts training but still…
Seeing his partner like this triggered some protective instinct in him he normally only got when Mary managed to do get herself into trouble.
He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearing ten o'clock, great now Danny hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning – starvation wasn't on his list.
He pulled up at HQ and saw that at least one of the cousins was already here, he frowned – he had driven fairly fast.
He stalked inside after making sure his passenger was still out and looked around, Chin was waiting for him - his arms folded in front of him.
"What happened?" Chin questioned and he knew that the elder man deserved an answer, he just didn't want to leave Danny alone for too long.
He quickly explained to Chin what had happened, they had come to arrest the two suspects unfortunately the suspects had surprised them and Danny had taken a knock to the head – or at least he strongly suspected it because he had been a little busy at the time.
That last part he didn't add because Chin was already fixing him with a firm glare and he wasn't really anxious to meet the dark side of Chin.
"Make sure to do concussion checks, Mcgarret"
Chin said whilst slowly nodding – accepting the explanation – and told him that if he needed anything just call, he thanked Chin and returned to the car where Danny was still out cold.
He pondered for a moment if he should take his partner to the hospital but instantly he remembered a conversation not so long ago – one that was still reeling his thoughts.
"I don't like hospitals, in fact I hate them" Danny huffed his eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead.
"Why?" Steve questioned, not that he was really fond of hospitals himself but he didn't hate them.
When Danny didn't responded Steve poked his partner earning a painful groan and a glare that questioned his sanity.
"Too much memories there" and with that the conversation was closed.
So it was his house then because he wasn't spending the night on Danny's uncomfortable chair while said man was spread across his not so big bed/sofa.
Besides his house was closer anyway.
After a minute or seven they finally arrived at his place and Steve sighed, how the hell was he gonna do this?
"Danny? Cm'n buddy waky waky." It didn't work, he only got a pained groan when he gently shook his partner – plan B it was.
He slid one arm under Danny's shoulders and one under Danny's knees and hoisted him up – luckily Danny was a lightweight.
He staggered a bit but eventually found his pace and walked inside, he then dropped his partner on his bed and went back to close the car doors.
When he returned inside Danny was still out cold and the concern that he had been pressing down ever since Danny got knocked out took a leap back – he closed the gap between them.
Remembering his painful side where without a doubt a large bruise was forming he started to unbutton his partner's shirt – he let out a small gasp at the sight of his partner's side.
A large bruise was already forming on Danny's entire right side, leading from Danny's shoulder to his hip. He gently checked Danny's ribcage for any broken ribs and was happy to find none – at least no broken bones.
Already regretting his next move Steve grabbed a glass of water and splashed it across Danny's face, the Detective spluttered a bit but then two unfocused pair of blue orbs glared at him – finally.
"St've, B'st'rd" Danny slurred at him but it at least was a reply, he sighed in relief – he liked the conscious version of his partner better.
Then Danny tried to do one of the most stupidest things he ever could do – he tried to sit up, unfortunately for Danny's poor attempts and fortunately for Steve, he held him back and fixed his partner with a firm glare "Danny, stop – you got to rest, a concussion can do serious harm if you won't rest or do you want me to take you to the hospital" Steve thought he heard his partner mutter something among the lines of 'stupid island' but decided to ignore it.
"Wha' h'ppn'd" Danny continued to slur but his question was clear, and it was worrying – a knock to the head could get someone serious brain damage, he knew it he should've gone to the hospital.
"Hey" Danny said a bit clearer, he looked up – realizing he hadn't answered his partner's question yet.
"You tried to take down a trained fighter, Danno" Danny frowned at his explanation but he for the hell of it couldn't figure out why.
"Tried?" Danny's smug and slurred reply came, Steve blinked at him.
"Okay, you took down a trained fighter" Steve corrected himself, really even now his partner noticed those things?
Steve stood up and stalked towards the bathroom, he had some painkillers – somewhere.
Danny, was giving him a migraine on itself which considering the circumstances wasn't that odd – some painkillers would at least give Danny some good rest.
He nearly dropped the cough sirop that – very handily – stood in front of the painkillers but then returned to his moaning and quietly bitching partner.
"No, N' way" Danny looked at him and then at the box of painkillers, due to the head wound he still had a pasty white color to him and he overall didn't look like he really could refuse anything with all the shaking and shivering but Steve had learned that you really shouldn't underestimate Danny Williams.
"Danny, it'll help you – now stop bitching and swallow them" Danny looked at him with firm determination but Steve decided that for now he was willing to take the risk of whatever Danny would throw at him later and he forcefully 'helped' Danny swallow the pills.
Danny grumbled and shot him a few irritated looks but eventually his eyes began to close until he finally fell asleep.
He reached over and helped Danny out of his dress shirt all the while not trying to stare at the man's muscular chest – God Danny really should wear more appropriate clothing.
Then he proceeded to wriggle the detective's pants off leaving said detective dressed in only his boxers, again he tried not to stare at Danny but found himself sneaking a few glances.
Steve sighed, it had been a long day.
He lazily peeled at the edge of shirt until he finally got irritated with it and tossed it, he also took of his cargo pants and stretched his body – without his covers it actually was pretty cold at night.
He strolled towards the wardrobe and pulled out his comfy sweat pants, in less than a minute he had them on. He looked at his partner sprawled on the bed and instinctively knew that Danny would appreciate it if he had at least some pants on – Danny after all was a decent guy – so he grabbed his spare and pulled them on the detective's legs.
He rubbed his eyes and made himself comfortable in the chair, he set his alarm for two hours, stole one last glance at his now sleeping partner who was completely curled under the covers and closed his eyes – better get some sleep now.
TBC
